Dope Boys and the Women that Love 'Em by Tiece

the driveway. The loud noise from his exhaust pipes sounded off as he took off around the block. Russell grinned to himself because that was always his signature. A nigga could hear him coming a mile away most times.
     
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    Chloe walked inside the house. She was dripping sweat from her forehead and the fitted tank she was wearing was wet. She walked through the nice sized remodeled kitchen and straight down the hallway. Sure enough, Lance was still sleeping like a baby.
    She went inside her dresser drawers and pulled out a nice comfortable strapless cotton dress. It was her Saturday and she was going to relax a little. She looked over at Lance and smiled. She was happy to have him in her life. She just wished that he’d be more upfront about telling her that he couldn’t handle everything right now. His problem was that he hadn’t ever been in a relationship with a woman that made him want to take care of her, because all of his past women took care of him. Now that he was with her and could see himself staying there, he wanted better. He wanted to be a better person for her. After idly sitting back while serving his time, he watched his brother handle himself like a man while taking care of his household; it started making him want to do the same.
    Chloe knew he had good intentions and she wanted so desperately to allow him to be that man, but if he needed help she didn’t mind stepping in to support him. That’s what real women did for the love of their man. She sighed then dug down inside her drawer and grabbed her birth control pills. She took one, quickly swallowing it and headed inside the bathroom to take a nice hot bath.
    Lance was awakened by his cell phone ringing. “ Who in the hell is fucking up my Saturday morning sleep?” He asked reaching over and looking at the caller ID. “Oh,” he said answering it. “This better be good Bro. I had a long night.”
    “Maaaan, wake your tired ass up! Damn right I got some good news.” Russell stated.
    Lance sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Talk then, kid.”
    Russell jumped right in. “I have a new connect.”
    “Who?” Lance quickly asked.
    “Malcolm’s connect.” He informed him.
    “Talkn’ ‘bout ol’ girl?”
    “Yeah, it’s her and she actually needed me because she lost one of workers. You know my boy spoke up on my behalf and she found it to be beneficial.”
    Lance smiled. “Damn, that’s alright right there.” He said getting out of bed. This was the best news he’d heard in days.
    “I don’t go see her until two weeks from now, but I’ll come back with the goods. This means that I’ll be able to run the blocks as usual and I can get back on my feet.”
    “You meant I’ll be running the blocks for you.” Lance said, still wanting in on his piece of the pie.
    “You’re right, because all I’m gonna do is make sure that you and Cash are good in the streets and I’ll just make the trips to pick up the product.” Cash was his r ight hand man who lived in Statesboro, GA. He’d been running the streets with Russell since he started slanging dope.
    “Oh you know I’m ready.” Lance excitedly reported.
    “Bro, this is going to mean some late nights sometimes; especially if you don’t want the traffic coming to and from your house.”
    “Now, kid you know I ain’t having that.” Lance stated to his younger brother by ten seconds. “It can’t be no worse than me staying in the streets hustling up this money by gambling.”
    “It’s gonna be a lil worse than that, because when a bitch finds out that y ou got that uncut shit, they’ll hound the fuck outta you. That’s why I started trying to get off most of my weight to Cash at one point because Tammy was tripping about the late nights and shit.”
    “Nigga, that’s because your ass was creeping too.” Lance laughed.
    “That too, but watch the streets and them women because it’s easy to get caught up in the fast life.”
    “Kid , I’m not new to the streets.”